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I sat on the edge of the stool, the guitar resting on my thighs. My fingers mindlessly strummed against the cords and I felt the music pulsing through my veins and I expelled my voice into the quiet booth. I felt all my worries slip away as I lost myself in the music. Now a days, it was the only escape I had. It was the only place where I ever felt something anymore.
I closed my eyes and I remembered the horrible day vividly. All the feelings, all the sounds, everything rushed back to me every single time I shut my eyes.
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““I can’t do it anymore!” He shouted into the empty apartment.
He never cried. There were only two times in his life in which he had cried. When his best friend died back when they were younger and when he was first rejected into the X-factor competition.
But he couldn’t take it any longer. He began to cry, merciful tears holding all of his pain that had gathered up over the past few months.”
*accidentally opens undesired program* *heart races as i try to force quit before it can fully open*
